Chapter No.3

Maximilian Sterling: -

“I’m going to need you to come to the Sterling Mansion. Right now. We need to talk!”

I rolled my eyes as I cleaned off the blood from my cleaver and daggers

If the phone was not lodged between my ear and my shoulder, I’d have taken it off my ear to confirm the caller ID. I know he wants to talk to me about what happened earlier this evening and I didn’t want to talk about it at all. My dad knows I am no longer one to command, I act as I please, but he always gives himself the delusion that he still has some semblance of control over me.

“And, like I told you earlier. I don’t want to talk about this at all. End of conversation.” I snapped “Now, if you are done. I need to go and take care of something.”

“No, I am not done and you are going to listen to me what I have to say. I don’t want you to marry that woman. After today’s incident. I don’t want you near to her at all. Didn’t you hear her father? She is a whore who has slept with who knows how many men? Women like Evelyn, don’t match our high standards and you know it. Then why did you agree to marry her after knowing her truth?” my father’s words made me grit my teeth in anger.

“How do you know she has slept with many men?” I asked, keeping my focus on my play toys as I washed them with care.

“Have you got any proof against her? If not, then keep your mouth shut, and for the first and the last time, I am warning you to watch your words. I won’t hear a single word against her. I have made up my mind. She is going to be my wife and the mother of my child. Do you hear me? After all, wasn’t you who fixed my marriage with Evelyn by making a deal with that bastard Stefan? Then why change your mind?”

“Because at that time I didn’t know that Evelyn was Stefan’s bastard child.” My father snaps on the other line, furiously “He got his mistress pregnant, and as a result, Evelyn was born. So, of course, Evelyn is going to be no different than her mother?”

“Listen to me, Dad, and listen to me very clearly because I won’t say it again. You are never to use the word whore for Evelyn or disrespect her, by comparing Evelyn to her mother.” I spoke, in a stern tone.

“The wedding is happening in two days, so make sure you arrive on time because there is no way I am marrying anyone else than Evelyn. You wanted an heir, didn’t you? Now you will be getting it, so get off my back and don’t call me again.”

I did not wait for him to respond before hanging up.

I clicked on the button on my pager that would bring in my cleanup crew. They knew the drill, as it is their daily job. I kill and they clean.

Knowing they would be here in a matter of minutes, I poured myself 2 fingers of the 55-year-old Yamazaki that the ‘Casanova’ had in a crystal decanter on his desk.

For all his perverted desires, he had a good and expensive taste for whiskey. I could appreciate that in a man. He might choke to death if he saw me sipping his treasured drink, but seeing as he was lying on the floor, eyes wide open in shock, that would not be a problem.

I took out my work phone and left a message to the client stating.

“The job is done. The Casanova is dead,”

As soon I sent the message, my phone instantly pings, prompting me to check the response from the client who ordered the hit.

“Amount Transferred. Pleasure doing business with you.”

With an imperceptible smile, I down the last of the whiskey, and walked out of the door, winking at Jason and his crew to clean up the mess I just made. I did everyone a favor getting rid of this excuse of a man. The 100 million I just received was the cherry on the cake.

“Your wounded bird has woken up and requested to see you.” A message pinged on my personal phone, from my well-trusted friend and crime partner namely Britney. I smirked when she mentioned, Evelyn, as the wounded bird, but at the same time, anger took over me. I am going to make Stefan pay for what he did to her.

Evelyn, the beautiful and innocent woman, who looks like an angel, took my breath away as soon as I turned around to see my bride-to-be, whom my father chose for me. The woman who was going to bear my child. I swear I died at that moment and went to heaven, because surely a beauty like her, doesn’t belong in this world.

I was never grateful for my father, since he has been an asshole all my life, but for the first time, I felt grateful to him, for choosing a beauty like Evelyn for me. I had this sudden urge to kiss her full pink lips, as she looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, with long natural lashes, milky white skin, and chocolate-colored, long hair that reached her hips.

And, don’t get me asking about her body, because it was to die for, because just with one look at her, I was aroused like I have never been before in my whole life. I couldn’t hold myself back. I just needed to touch her by any means so when I placed a kiss on her cheek and rested my hand on her back, everything changed.

The undeniable feelings, that were foreign to me, changed into anger at her beast of a father for making my angel beat so cruelly. How can any father do this to his daughter? After everything, I couldn’t leave Evelyn behind, which is why I brought her home with me by force and got her treated by the doctor who sedated her to get some rest, by lying on her stomach.

I smiled at the idea, of Evelyn sleeping on my bed. I don’t know why, but I want to be with her. I have seen her for the first time in my life and I am a goner and this need to protect her is just uncontrollable.

After twenty minutes of the ride, I entered my penthouse where Britney was waiting for me, holding her car keys. Ready to leave.

“Great! Now, that you are here. I will take my leave, but I must say, you have scored a good one.” She winked, kissed my cheek, and left “I will talk to you later. Goodbye.”

I looked at my appearance in the mirror first, to make sure there wasn’t any sign of blood on my skin or clothes as I didn’t want to freak her off with my secret identity. I don’t want to tell her that I am an assassin who kills people. All she needs to know is that I am a successful businessman with billions of dollars in my account. Nothing else.

“Max, is that you?” came Evelyn’s voice who stood at the top of the staircase, dressed up in a soft pink silk nighty that Britney put on her, looking exquisite and sexy.

“What the hell are you doing out of the bed?” I growled, running upstairs, skipping one stair in a hurry “The doctor ordered you for a complete bed rest.”

“Max, thank you, for taking care of me, but I can’t live here with you. I need to leave.” She speaks with tears in her eyes “I can’t marry you. Please, just let me go.”

“Sorry, can’t do, little bird. As I said, whether you like it or not, the wedding is taking place in two days. Don’t worry, it’s not going to be big. Just private, small, and simple.”

“No! I won’t marry you. We don’t know one another. You don’t love me and I don’t love you. We are strangers who can’t bind to the bond of marriage and worse, plan for a baby.” She bellows, out of anger now “Why? Why me?”

“Because you are convenient for me.” I snapped “You need money to make your life, to get your freedom. I will give you money. Lots of it. But, in return, you will have to stay married to me for a year and give me a baby.”

“What?!”